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			<title>Seemingly Alone</title>
			<description>Of all who wear their hearts on sleevesI am the only oneallowing blood to seep on throughthe cloth to help someoneTo see the loss of blood - is sickto see the pain - a mustbut both combined is evidentthat I have words to trustTo use one's pain to gain some famea shameful act unmatchedThe words I spe..</description>
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			<title>Angel Wings</title>
			<description>You took me in under your wing,that beautiful glorious wing!When I was my worst,I believed I was cursed!When you came, you fixed everythingYou took me in under your wing,when I only wanted to scream!You calmed me down,&amp;nbsp;then turned me around!You taught my sorry soul to sing!You took me in under ..</description>
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			<title>Waves of Moonlit Waters</title>
			<description>Akin was my childhood to the waves of moonlit waters;beautiful.Faultless therefore blameless and seemingly pristine,&amp;nbsp;'twas usual for me to seem freeMy appearance provided many with envious admiration and joy;like the waves,inducing a memory within a memory from a time passed;Memories of young a..</description>
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